Woke up foggy eyed in the mornin'
Leavin' for the road today
Grab my axe and headed for the airport
Everything was goin' my way
Then the man at the gate said, hey
What you doing with that thing in your hand
It's my guitar and it's coming with me
Seeing that it's my best friend
Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet and I'm dying
Got everything to lose
Then the stewardess walked up and smiled
And said you'll never get that under your seat
It's against all federal regulations
You'll have to put it down underneath
I said, I know what it's like down there
Well it's cold and it's dark and it's cruel
They said don't you worry about it son
It'll come out lookin' just like new
Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet and I'm dying
Got everything to lose
Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet and I'm dying
Got everything to lose
Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet and I'm dying
Got everything to lose
Forty thousand feet and I'm cryin'
I got the broken guitar blues
Forty thousand feet and I'm dying
Got everything to lose